Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Libya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DNA to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.